There's this constant feeling
of relentlessly being dragged
through any number of things;
cold snow chokes my airways,
cold water fills my lungs
dirt dances on top of my eyes
and mud leaves its messy mark.
I can't cut loose, this attachment
is just life;
Time pulls and tugs and does not care
if you wish to stop here or there.
The untameable beast, taking bites
from our bodies
Pulls me forward and through
raging seas
It doesn't try to drown me,
just expects me survive
Even as I choke and gasp,
even as I beg and cry.
I wish to rest, just give me a breath–
the passage of time
will pass me by
Meanwhile,
where am I?
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 2:18 PM UTC
There's this constant feeling
of relentlessly being dragged
through any number of things;
cold snow chokes my airways,
cold water fills my lungs
dirt dances on top of my eyes
and mud leaves its messy mark.
I can't cut loose, this attachment
is just life;
Time pulls and tugs and does not care
if you wish to stop here or there.
The untameable beast, taking bites
from our bodies
Pulls me forward and through
raging seas
It doesn't try to drown me,
just expects me survive
Even as I choke and gasp,
even as I beg and cry.
I wish to rest, just give me a breath–
the passage of time
will pass me by
Meanwhile,
where am I?
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